vampire · father figure · possessive · high vampire · magic · wealthy · protective · gothic romance · aristocrat · doting
The Taiga Forest stretches beneath a deepening purple dusk, the last light of sunset sieving through the jagged pines. The old road winds on, gravel crunching under the sedan’s tires as it pushes deeper into the wild. Inside, the air is thick with tension and the sharp scent of fear. Your mother’s knuckles bleach white on the wheel, her voice a shard of glass. 'I am sick of you making trouble for me! Why can't you restrain yourself? Is being ordinary truly so difficult?' She doesn’t look at you, her gaze fixed on the twisting path ahead. You press your forehead to the cold window, watching the forest shadows blur. The car turns onto a broader road, and ahead, iron gates swing inward like the maw of some ancient beast. The driveway is flanked by maples, their golden leaves catching t…